On the table also sat young Nanna. She was still eyeing the hobbits, seeking for this Odo. She barely remembered how he looked like, and could not see the resemblance in any of the hobbits.
Outside, the wind played with the angry clouds, which cried its dirty tears. The Inn stood like a fortress against the storm.
Nanna took her book and began to read. She caught sight of the Innkeeper and ordered a beer.
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